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said. “I hate anal sex.” Miranda sat on the toilet.
“What are you talking about?”
“That piece of shit,” Miranda said. “He came on my back. I guess it’s better than inside.”
“Did you run into Armando in the hallway?”
“Armando? No. Jones.”
“You had sex with Jones?”
Miranda sighed. “I guess so. I don’t know what happened to me. He told me he wanted to show me something and the next thing I know we’re doing it doggy style.”
“Jones is repulsive.”
“I couldn’t help myself,” Miranda admitted.
“He’s got the amethyst,” Brandy said excitedly. “That’s the only explanation. No one in their right mind would have sex with him of their own free will.”
Miranda held her hands palms up and noticed new scratches on her left hand. “What a jerk.”
“And you didn’t even notice?”
“All I could think about was sex,” Miranda admitted.
“That amethyst must be powerful if you had sex with Jones.”
“True, I’ve never been turned on by a flabby white peanut dick before.”
“We’ve got to get it back.”

Chapter Twelve
     
Brandy heard voices around her this time. She didn’t understand what anyone was saying but she knew they were talking to her. She was on the pirate ship with Armando again. Suddenly she was on her back with someone pumping into her eager cunt with their fingers. She felt him press his erection between her legs and gasped. “Sheila!” Brandy heard Armando yell at her. The woman being fucked sat up, her amethyst eyes glaring.
Brandy gasped, waking up instantly. Her body was bathed in a cold sweat and she was trembling. Her dream became more real each time.
Brandy looked around, momentarily disoriented. It was morning and light streamed in the windows.
“Sheila,” Brandy murmured, rubbing her forehead. She picked up her watch from the side table.
“What?” mumbled Miranda from her bed.
There was a knock at the door and Brandy and Miranda jumped. “You two awake yet?” Ryan called.
Brandy stood up. “I’m coming,” she hollered.
Brandy unlocked the deadbolt and slid open the chain. “Morning.” Brandy opened the door to let Ryan pass.
“I just wanted to make sure you were up. We had a long night last night.”
“Some of us longer than others,” Brandy told him and looked pointedly at Miranda.
Ryan looked at Miranda with a questioning glance.
“Jones has the amethyst,” Miranda told him.
“How do you— Oh…” It dawned on him. “What are you going to do?”
“I don’t know,” Brandy said. “I was hoping you’d have some ideas. A man like Jones shouldn’t have that rock.”
“I’ll talk to him. I doubt if it will work though. A pencil-dick like him won’t be easy to reason with. Especially if it involves making him give up free sex.”
* * *
     
They were headed out into the open ocean today. A fisherman had told Bill he’d seen a pair of whale sharks just outside the bay last night and the boat’s captain changed the itinerary to check them out.
“No guarantees,” Bill said as the boat sped out into the ocean. “The fisherman saw them last night while he was fishing and they may have moved on. We’ll go to where they were seen, but keep your eyes peeled along the way.”
“We shouldn’t have let Jones stay on shore,” Ryan said to Brandy and Miranda. “He told Bill he was too scared to swim with sharks.”
“That’s not the real reason he stayed,” Miranda said.
“Of course not,” agreed Brandy. “I just hope we can get that stone by the end of the day.”
* * *
     
Miranda was the first to see the shark’s tail flapping out of the water.
“Look!” she exclaimed.
Brandy scanned the horizon until she saw two large fins. “I see ‘em too!” Brandy was eager to get into the water with the huge beasts. The boat stopped as close as was safe to the enormous fish.
“You can get in the water,” the Cuban guide assured them. “They won’t hurt you.”
The sharks swam slowly and gently, paying no attention to the